#nctamused: twelve

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( @nctamused; twelve ) 

Donna swore she was going out of her mind.  That had to be the only explanation.  She sat on the information for days, stewing in her own head while convincing herself that she was losing her grip on reality.  Secretly, she was absolutely terrified that this was it.  She had had her time on TARDIS, with him.  After all, she was supposed to spend the rest of her days in Chiswick, never remembering her time among the stars.  The Doctor had other plans but she wondered if his fix was only temporary.  She was scared of the idea of leaving him, especially now when she loved him as she did. 

So she didn’t tell him at first.  

Then she couldn’t take it anymore.  Her emotions were all over the place.  She could be tucked away in her a corner, her nose in a book and then all of the sudden she was filled with love.  She knew emotions could be a fickle thing but she was convinced that this was not her love, but something else.  Something different.  It would come and go, pulsing until she would push off whatever she was doing in search of a distraction (because it felt like something else was inside of her, pushing at her edges and threatening to overtake her).  

Donna found the Doctor, and her nerves flared.  She knew he could sense things and he probably felt that.  But she had kept the rest shielded from him, not wanting him to worry --- a foolish thing to do because in the end, she needed him to help her figure it out.  

She moved to sit next to him.  “Doctor,” she began quietly and then looked at him, feeling her (and yes, she knew they were hers) emotion swell like they did whenever she was near him.  Still, in the background, it felt like there was something else, something foreign, trying to worm its way into this moment.  She took a deep breath, ready to confess.  “I think there is something wrong with me.”  She reached for his hand and finally removed the roadblock that she had put in place.  She was sure he could feel it too --- the strangeness going on inside of her.

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@nctamused continued from this post

He’d awoken screaming, Gallifreyan spilling from his lips easily as the tears from his eyes. He trembled like he’d been left out in the severest cold, his hearts beating fast enough to rival a hummingbird’s wings, and hard enough to ache, confusion settling in as he noticed that his eyes were open, yet everything was dark.

He could still see all of it, playing behind his eyelids every timehe blinked, but the darkness was making everything worse, his lungs burning as he forgot how to breathe.

He felt waves of worry, masked by calmness try to brush against his mind before anything else, the bed dipping to account for another’s weight coming next.

He didn’t truly register anything except his terror, the remnants of what had been holding him captive as he slept, until he felt touch.

The Doctor jolted, gasping in surprise and just barely managing to keep himself from falling off the bed. His head snapped in the direction of where the bed had first dipped, noting that he was no longer alone but not registering anything else.

Even if he still felt a brush against his mind. He nearly closed his eyes again, but refrained, only shaking his head.

If he let in any emotion, they’d see everything, and he still didn’t recognize who had wandered into his bedroom. His mind was a jumbled mess of terror, agony, worry, confusion...

Along with the memories, the things—some of which made no sense at all—which pieced themselves together to create the mass of terror and agony he continued to feel.

More touch, soft hands cupping his face, a familiar and even softer voice whispering his name...

Not either one of the names others knew him by, the name that was forbidden, that so very few knew, whether coming from his own lips, or from back on Gallifrey...

“Koschei,” he replied in recognition, the word coming out as somewhere between a wheeze and a sob, Gallifreyan still being the only language he could seem to remember, so thus came her nickname, he couldn’t remember anything else he’d have called her in that moment, his mind too ravaged by terror and confusion.

He wanted to move, to wrap his fingers around her wrists, just so he could feel her pulse, but his body felt so frozen by terror that he couldn’t even manage that.

“Ev-Ever-Everything... is so dark, but I see things when I close my eyes... Why?” he pleaded in confusion, another sob escaping him. “Why is–? Why can’t–?” he continued, his entire form trembling as his hands weakly fisted into the fabric of his blankets that were tangled around his legs and haphazard from his thrashing. He tried to suck in more hitching breaths, tried to calm, to collect himself again, but all he could manage were half-breaths and sobs.

Missy sensed his panic before she heard his screaming. She could feel it in the back of her mind, like his worry was coming off him in waves that were breaking against her. She wasn’t quite sure what she was supposed to do with it, but she knew she had to help. (And how funny it was that she was suddenly the one with the innate desire to calm and nurture.)

When she climbed on the bed, she could see that he really wasn’t at his best. She had to comfort him, she knew - had to calm him down and let him know everything would be okay. But that wasn’t something she was good at. It wasn’t something she’d had to do before - not since they had left Gallifrey, at least - so it felt odd. She struggled, for a moment, to think of how to act with love and kindness rather than her usual rage, and a few moments later she let instincts take over as she reached out to cup his face in her hands, his name leaving her lips to try to snap him out of it.

“Yes.” Missy whispered in reply to hearing her own name, and she scooted closer to him on the bed until she could wrap an arm around his shoulders and pull him against her. The same hand let go once he’d been pulled into leaning against her, and moved into his hair to pet it, while the free hand found one of his own and gave it a squeeze. “It’s okay, Theta. I’m here.”

“It��s okay.” She said again, her thumb rubbing soothing circles over the back of his hand. “It was just a nightmare.” The way his whole body shook was almost painful for her to watch - her hearts ached at the fear that read as clear as day in the way he was acting, even through the darkness of the room. “You just need to wake up a little more. Remember where you are. It’s me - It’s Koschei - and we’re on your TARDIS. In your room. You don’t need to be scared.”

[evermxre-a]

SHIP TAG DROP (more tba)

— * ❛ clandestine 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 and stolen 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒.  ╱  adam & ben ♡ — lunelios.  — * ❛ but i can see us lost in the 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐘.  ╱  adam & janae ♡ — cromulents. — * ❛ you were 𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐘 right from the start.  ╱  adam & mary ♡ — mirrorhaunted. — * ❛ let me lay my head down on the 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖  by your side.  ╱  adam & rumpel ♡ — goldhandledcane. — * ❛ don’t want no other shade of 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 but you.  ╱  adam & odette ♡ — swanode.  — * ❛ cross my 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓‚ won’t tell no 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑.  ╱  adam & morgan ♡ — noblewitch. — * ❛ look at this 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 mess that you made me.  ╱  adam & armitage ♡ — ncxile. — * ❛ i don’t want the world to see me‚ ‘cause i don’t think that they’d 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃.  ╱  adam & lasair ♡ — enastrcs. — * ❛ give me one last 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 while we’re far too young to 𝐃𝐈𝐄.  ╱  adam & boba ♡ — fhett. — * ❛ when you turn off the 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒‚ i get 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 in my eyes.  ╱  adam & gilderoy ♡ — lockhcrts. — * ❛ i fell in love with the 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋‚ and now i’m in 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄.  ╱  adam & silva ♡ — lstratstanding. — * ❛ you’re like a shooting 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 in the rain.  ╱  adam & twelve ♡ — nctamused.

[silentbreaks]

🤝 NICOLE & TWELVE OH MY GOD

send in 🤝 + a friendship and i’ll tell you who:

texts the other memes at 3 am: im just imagining 12 learning what a meme is and spamming her with them

tries to convince the other to do an idea that definitely sounds questionable: Neither

is the designated driver and who always gets wasted: 12 drives by default cuz she doesnt get wasted rarely 

always has to host the impromptu sleepover: TWELVE

who’s netflix account gets mooched off of: Nicole because DOES he have netflix?

brings all the snacks and who supplies the movie: 12 brings snacks, she picks movie

is usually the first one to say sorry after a fight: 12

is the ‘ mom friend ‘: TWELVE

calls the other at 12 am to wish the other a happy birthday without fail: HIMMM

is the better wingman to the other: Gdi 12 again wow 

‘ the strong must protect the sweet ‘ , who’s the ‘ strong ‘ and who’s the ‘ sweet ‘: he’ll protect her even if there’s nothing to protect her from 

pulls the other up for karaoke to sing a duet together: Neither cuz she wouldn’t like it and he a boundary-respecting boi

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@nctamused​ ❝ you’re legally obligated to keep holding me. ❞ ( twelve to missy. maybe bc he woke up from a nightmare and the touch is helping him stay grounded in the present? )

meme || accepting

She HELD The Doctor; something that she never quite imagined doing a short time ago. She held him, as they both RELAXED in the confinements of a bed. She felt the light dampness of the covers and had noted the panic in the other, but neither bothered her. Because he needed her. The Doctor NEEDED her.

"You know me, Doctor. When was the last time I did somethin’ I was legally obligated t’do?” She mused, but wrapped her arms around The Doctor; humming as she ran a hand through his beautiful grey hair. “Hush now. You’re alrigh’.”

[captain-atom]

nctamused replied to your post “i kid though. nate would never take a date to chili’s with the...”

twelve wouldn't care if nate took him to dates in his stupid hawaiian shirts. twelve would just go in his casual wear which fuckin includes a sweater w holes in it ( or stars, as my friend once likened it to )

nate is an OLD FASHIONED MAN who believes that his partner oughta be WINED & DINED and he’s A GENTLEMAN who’s always gonna pull their chair out for them and give them roses at the end of the date

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tea .... she did always enjoy the cup he would make her , as he really did know how to make such a wonderful blend of flavors and the like. she had never really thought about it , though the more she would examine the flavors and the various scents , she could see that it is as much an art as her writing. 

she settles herself at the table , clasping her hands in front of her. for some reason , she is unable to keep still for the life of her. it begins with her thumbs , then all of her fingers , then her whole hand after a while. “ tea w—would be l—lovely. “ she near whispers , gazing down at how her movements seem erratic , more so than usual.

// @nctamused​      ‘ Let me go put a kettle on for some tea. ’ ( ... twelve? ) //

[lastofmars]

nctamused replied to your post: nctamused replied to your post: ...

he’s gonna kiss both of your stupid superheroes goDDAMN HSIT TWELVE ALSO KNOWS WHAT IT’S LIKE TO LOSE HIS ENTIRE PLANET/PEOPLE AAAAAAA they can bond over SADNESS

doctor shakehand jonn shakehand clark

bonding over losing your entire race

[suitablysublime]

margot. [ @nctamused, ♥ ]

“Listen, kiddo, you’re just getting to what are gonna be, probably, the worst years of your life. When I was twelve I drowned in freezing water and then had part of my foot chopped off after it froze and died, and as I don’t remember anything else I have to assume that those were the highlights.”  Hatter clasped her hands together, frowning. Not exactly the beginning of the year, was it? She really should’ve brought Morris along for this.  “It probably won’t go THAT badly for you, of course. Don’t go swimming in any cold harbors. 

“But, the point, kiddo, is that twelve, thirteen, maybe fourteen are all the darkest years you’ll ever have. Sometimes the world will seem upside-down and inside-out and nothing will make sense and you’ll want to die and get it over with already, so just cling to the fact that it’s all uphill from here. Figuratively speaking. If you can survive this you can survive anything.”

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A head to head touch. ( blind12, when donna's kind of overloaded bc half timelord reasons and feeling timelines and having so many out of place memories and all this info, and he just. goes over, cups her face and touches their foreheads together and just. helps her to calm her mind down via their link by both helping her organize things and just... sending calm feelings and talking to her v softly, either through the link or verbally. )

( @nctamused; twelve: from this ) 

She tells herself it will just take some getting used to.  She’s a whole new thing, isn’t she?  There is bound to be some growing pains.  But still, she feels like there is far too much going on in that head of hers at the moment.  She wants to grab on to something, to ground herself somehow so she doesn’t tip over.  

In the end, it’s not a memory that holds her down.  It’s him.

She isn’t even aware of him, too busy in her own mind, until his forehead presses to hers.  She takes a deep breath and immediately welcomes the warmth of the physical touch.  But he goes further than that.  He knows (of course he knows) just how frazzled she is at that moment and he is careful not to send her over the edge.  Instead he pulls her back, his voice low in her ear (or is it in her head, she is not sure).  She finds herself leaning into it and finally, she smiles.

“Thank you.”

[evermxre-a]

@nctamused​ sent : mistletoe , on purpose ( from blind!12)

——— 

he knows how much the doctor despises the way that he insists upon decorating the tardis for christmas. it’s so amusing to him, to hear him bitch and moan about it all, when he knows he actually doesn’t mind. there’s some things that the doctor will say no to, but he absolutely KNOWS that this isn’t one of them, despite what he says. the proof? the way that, as the doctor walks in the library and adam politely proceeds to wrap an arm around him, informing him that he is currently now standing under the mistletoe and is legally obligated to kiss him— PRINCE’S ORDERS, of course— the gallifreyan doesn’t refuse.            “ i thought you would throw a tantrum, ”  adam laughs, a boyish, twinkling sound, before wrapping his other arm around the other and pulling him closer until their frames are flush. still grinning like an idiot, the prince then politely proceeds to steal a kiss from the doctor’s lips, humming contently afterwards. spoiled brat.

[time-qxeen]

@nctamused

Without the memories of all the wrong she had done - without the memories of anything that could cause her to have bad intentions, it was easy. She could live her life and follow in the Doctor’s footsteps, saving people where she could.

With every life she saved, she thought of him. 

With every person who thanked her, she thought about how much better it would be if he was by her side. With every second that passed, she thought about going back. Maybe he’d died. Maybe he’d escaped. But she had to know which. She had to find him.

The ship had been by a black hole, which was why she hadn’t returned immediately - it would be dangerous, and require a certain amount of calculating the safest place to land - the easiest way to find him. 

And she couldn’t go back to any point before she’d left, which meant she wouldn’t be able to help. But finding him was still very much on her agenda.

All of a sudden, when the answer to her calculations became clear, and she had managed to fix her Vortex Manipulator, finding him jumped to the top of her list.

With so little memories of her own inside her mind, the colony ship felt strangely familiar. She wasn’t quite used to the feeling of actually recognising something, but as she ran back through the woods desperately searching for him, the memory of doing this the first time flashed through her mind.

“Doctor?” She called out to him, hoping against hope that he would hear - and that there weren’t any Cybermen still roaming on this floor.

The Lumiat was determined to find him (never give up, never give in - hadn’t he said that once?) but she was starting to panic. What if she couldn’t find him again? What if he really had died? She pushed the horrible thought out of her mind. And then, when she saw his body laying on the ground, the thought wormed it’s way back in again. “Doctor!”

Falling to her knees beside him, she grabbed his hand, putting two fingers over his inner wrist to feel for a pulse. She didn’t think she’d ever felt as relieved as when she felt that double heartbeat beneath her fingers. It was weak but present, and she knew what she had to do.

“Hold on, Doctor.” She whispered (she wasn’t sure if he could hear her, but talking was comforting her, too). “It’s okay. I can help.”

Rubbing her hands together, the Lumiat sucked in a breath. “Just warming up my hands.” As she chuckled quietly to herself, the golden regeneration energy started sparkling on the ends of her fingers. “Wouldn’t want to have to touch you with chilly hands, would I? Wouldn’t want you to be-” She carefully laid both hands flat on his chest, and closed her eyes briefly as she breathed out; “uncomfortable.”

[silentbreaks]

✿ ( that relationship post thing for twelve pls!!! )

send me a  ✿  and i’ll fill out the template below. bold for things i could definitely see or want, italics for things i could see or am unsure of and striked out for things i don’t want or cannot see.

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  / adventure buddies  /  fake friends  / recently friends  /  party buddies  / friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  / [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other .

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other .

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  / [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  / [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other .

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  / based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other .

[anobletemp]

Twelve & Donna 

for the lovely @nctamused

[time-qxeen]

character association

bold  what  applies. italicize what applies only in certain scenarios.

( repost, don’t reblog! )        

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 (𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑)

                            ╳    FLAWS.  

moody.   short - tempered.   emotionally  unstable.    whiny.    controlling.    conceited.  possessive.  paranoid.    lies.    impatient.    cowardly.   bitter.   selfish.   power - hungry.    greedy.    lazy.    judgmental.  forgetful.    impulsive.    spiteful.   stubborn.    sadistic.   petty.    unlucky.   absent - minded.   abusive.    addict.    aggressive.   childish.    callous.    clingy.    delusional.    cocky.    competitive.    corrupt.   cynical.  cruel.    depressed.    deranged.    egotistical.    envious.    insecure.    insensitive.   lustful.    delinquent.   guilt  complex.    reclusive.   reckless.  nervous.   oversensitive.                                                  

     ♔    STRENGTHS.  

honest.    trustworthy.    thoughtful.    caring.    brave.    patient.   selfless.   ambitious.   tolerant.    lucky.  intelligent.    confident.    focused.  humble.   generous.    merciful.   observant.   wise.    clever.   charming.   cheerful.    optimistic.    decisive.   adaptive.    calm.  protective.    proud.    diligent.  considerate.    compassionate.   good  sportsmanship.   friendly.    empathetic.    passionate.    reliable.   resourceful.   sensible.    sincere.   witty.    funny.                                            

🖌   SKILLS  &  HOBBIES.    

art.   acting.    astronomy.    animals.   archery.   sports.    beach  combing.    belly  dancing.    bird  watching.   blacksmithing.    boating.    calligraphy.   camping.   candle making.    casino  gambling.    ceramics.    racing.    chess.   music.    cooking.    crochet.   weaving.    exercise.    sword.   fishing.    gardening.    ghost  hunting.    ice  skating.    magic.   engineering.    building.    inventing.   leather  working.   martial  arts.    meditation.    origami.   parkour.  people  watching.   swimming.    puppetry.    pyrotechnics.    quilting.    reading.   collecting.    shopping.     socializing.    storytelling.    writing.   traveling.    exotic  dancing.   minor  /  major  potion  tricks  and  trinkets.

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@nctamused​ ❝ could you play with my hair? ❞ ( TWELVE TO MISSY. PLS. he has such good hair it DESERVES to be played with... )

meme || accepting

“Feelin’ a little UNLOVED, now, are we? We can’t be havin’ that.” A small smile played on her lips, and she placed one foot in front of another, in front of another, until she was just the right amount of distance from The Doctor to give him that all important look.

“Well then. I can’t very well play with ya old, grey hair while you’re stood up. Y’like a mountain! Why don’t y’lie down somewhere. Have a little RELAX, maybe some tea. Seems like you need it, dear.”